Sharing my life through metaphors and hyperboles.

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God

My body is memory foam
The impression ever-lasting
It holds the secrets of harmonious days
and the scars of a troubled past
But none of that matters when you
Sink into the silk of my skin
And trace your fingers atop the rivers of my veins
They will speak stories to you
You will come to know the riots
That boil within me and the ones I’ve overcome
The resilient cells of my body
And I hope to God the truths are still
As lovely to you as they are to me